pairing: jjk men x fem!reader
꒰ satoru, suguru, sukuna, nanami, toji ꒱
trust me this guy is going all out. he would so wear a white lacy bra, sometimes sticking out his luxurious shirts. he tightens the straps to the max and loves the push up it gives him.
every time he comes back from victoria’s secret, he wants to match! he’s so considerate to buy you one, too!— “look what i got for you, sweets!”
“another bra?” you sigh, tucking hair behind your ear. he tsks, holding the bag out for you to reach.
“you know me so well. go, try it on.” he grins mischievously— turning away on his heel as he watches look through the bag from the corner of his beautiful blue eye.
“a thong too? satoru gojo, this must’ve cost a fortune. stop doing this for me. and you got the exact same?” you mutter, not minding the sentiment at all, but still being wary of how much he spends on this stuff.
“it doesn’t matter, angel. promise.” he turns around, staring into your eyes, suddenly trying to convince you money grows on trees.
you raise an eyebrow, walking into your shared bedroom. you remove all of your clothes, grabbing the lingerie from the bag, slipping the fabric onto your form.
you had to admit, you loved the way the fabric shaped you. satoru always chooses well. an idea pops into your head and you smirk at the thought.
you were going to wear those super tall heels that you got that make you like 6ft. last time you wore those in front of satoru, he lost his mind and his pants after he cummed in them.
plus, what better time to fuck than 1:23 in the afternoon. lunch time, the musky taste of sex n cum on the menu. . . ?
while he’s pushing cum deep into your wet cunt, he makes sure the lace lingers on your skin. he knew it was going to result in this, so he put on the bra just for you. why wear it if your gorgeous girlfriend isn’t gonna feel it?
oh, he would definitely go with something soft and silky. something that would match the color of his eyes. something purple that would make him drop to his knees if he ever saw you wearing an identical one.
i mean, the guy runs a cult. he only needs the best of the best.
so you’re surprised when he appears behind you, moving his arm so the bag is laying lazily in his hand.
“look what i got you. i saw it and thought of you.” you smile, working through the wrapping of the bag with careful caution. it looked expensive.
“..a bra? suguru, where’d you get this from?”
“victoria’s secret, darling. i even bought myself the same one.” you raise an eyebrow, placing the bag on a nearby table.
“right, right. so you. . . bought a bra for yourself.” a small smirk runs up your lips.
“i did. i can even show you if you would like.” he pulls down the tiniest bit of his robes, the purple fabric peeking through under his tanned, long fingers.
“woah, i didn’t ask you to. buuuut i’m not necessarily complaining.” you stare at his chest, hypnotised by the royal shade of purple.
a smirk graces his features. he closes his eyes, as if he was proud.
“god. . .” you bite your lip, so so close to drawing blood.
sukuna would like to experience with tighter and prettier bras, but it’s simply incapable for him to do so right now. there is simply not a second where he isn’t fighting, and he needs comfort to hold up his full boobs.
a sports bra with padding simply does the trick, but he loves spoiling you with extravagant and extra bras, just because he knows you love them. but he’s been having his doubts recently. he wants to match with his beloved.
you thought he went to go fight. turns out he went to victoria’s secret to buy (two) pretty sports bras so you could match.
“look at this. i got you something. . . lightweight. something we can wear together.” he blinks, handing you the light pink striped bag.
“sukuna, what the fuck is this. why are you shopping around in victoria’s secret, and why are there two sports bras in this?” you raise an eyebrow, shifting your weight.
“is it not obvious? you’re really gonna make me say it?” he rolls an eye, crossing his arms.
a switch clicks in your head, and a wide smirk crawls across your plush lips.
“oh, absolutely not, sukuna! i have got totally no idea what two bras are supposed to show me! oh, i’m so ditzy and stupid!” you grin, and sukuna huffs at the obvious exaggeration.
“fine. i got one for me, and one for you. happy?”
“very.” you tsk, pushing hair off your shoulder.
“i want to see it on you. strip.” he puts his hands on his hips, waiting for you.
“right here?” you raise an eyebrow, not half repulsed by the request.
he nods, motioning for you to remove your clothes.
you do so, and you feel his eyes boring holes into your chest. you take off your shirt and bra, tossing the flimsy, cheap old thing to the floor. you slip the bra over your head, and when you do, sukuna inches closer until you’re chest to chest and face to face.
“it looks amazing. fits like a glove. but i do think it would look better off, or rather when we’re both wearing it together.” he stares into your eyes, crimson gaze catching onto yours.
he doesn’t usually do these things. if he ever did get a bra for himself, it would be tight, and frilly with a bunch of steps to get it over your head. the strap ones.
while shopping to buy a new first aid kit, his eyes catch on the victoria’s secret store in the same mall, a bra practically from his dreams appearing on one of the shelves.
he walks in instantly, grabbing two of the bras by mistake. he only realises when it’s time to check out. expensive, he thinks. especially for one bra.
until he’s at the front door, and it isn’t one bra at all! two frilly and pretty bras lay in the bag, and he rubs his temples, knocking on the door.
you open the door, greeting him. hold on. something’s not right. why does he have a victoria’s secret bag in his hands?
“ken, baby, what is that?” you inquire, closing the door as he walks into your shared house.
“it’s a long story. i’ll tell you everything when we sit down.” his voice is (not) unusually stern.
you take a seat, inviting him to do so as well.
he follows you, taking a seat the opposite of you.
his explanation is. . . definitely lengthier than his cock, if you know what i mean. and it kinda doesn’t add up in the end. he saw a bra and liked it, got it for himself, but ended up getting two by accident?
“right. what are you going to do with the extra bra?” you tilt your head, resting it on your palm.
“well, i’m not sure. take a look. maybe you’ll want it, sweetheart.” he sighs, holding out the bag to you.
you take it, browsing through the extravagant tissue paper, only to grab out a whimsical yellow laced bra, with literally every single accessory on the sides.
“well, i do like it, that’s for sure. i’ll be taking this.” you giggle, laying the bra on your thighs.
“here’s your one.” you throw the second bra at him, and he catches it with agility.
“be careful. that was expensive.”
you huff, watching him as he struggles with the clasp.
he huffs, clipping the bra on his chest through his clothes.
“looking good, kento.” you tease, quietly laughing to yourself.
you really expected the broke guy to buy you a bra? please, he can barely afford a meal for the day, and you think he's spending money on bras from victoria's secret? he can't even afford the thrift store ones. with a whopping 228.20 yen in his bank account, the only slightly luxurious pretty thing he can get you is lip gloss. and not even the good type.
but if he really really wanted a bra, he would go through your ones. he likes them dirty and funky n all used.
while you're occupied with groceries, he's going through your bras. ranking them.
and while he's wrapped up in all that. . . fun, he has the bright idea to slip one on. a dark crimson pushup catches his eye.
to his surprise, it fits perfectly, pushing his man boobs straight up.
“what the fuck? what is this?” he stares at his own chest in the mirror, mesmerized by the sight.
he's way too occupied at staring, and he doesn't notice your keys jingling.
you set the groceries on the table, calling for him.
“toji? where are you?” you call out.
“fuck!” he mutters, doing his best to throw the bras back into the dresser.
he manages to put away all the bras, but by the time you're in the room, it's too late.
“toji. why are you wearing my bra?”
“i wanted to try it. looked comfortable.”
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i enjoyed writing this so much !! nanami and sukuna are probably ooc so read this with a grain of salt
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